From the blog "Grieving husband": "You see when my wife died, a part of me also died along with her."
T was my best friend.
We pretty much always had a good time in most everything we did, even the simplest of outings.
It's been awkward being out socially.
I'm still not used to doing everything alone-except for when I'm doing something where I can bring my buddy Dwight.
It was so comfortable to have her by my side-I haven't been comfortable for the last 163 days.
"Life will never be normal again, even though a new definition of normality will be established eventually."
I'm looking forward to whatever the new definition will be.